Eulogy

Missie, my little dog died today. She was going for a few weeks. The vet could not find anything wrong with her. But she quit eating and drinking...despite my best efforts to tempt her. She quit moving. She spent her days and nights curled on her little bed. She was named Mischief but called Missie. She was a BAD puppy, but she grew into a GREAT dog. She had more courage than dogs four times her size. She was sweet and fiesty and neurotic and a ball of energy. I loved her.